A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana)

Chapter 101 Where Is Bernice

“Why?” Alisha asked, dumbfounded.

She could clearly sense Finnegan’s disgust.

Finnegan replied darkly, “What do you think?”

He had asked for one of Theoden’s loyal subordinates to advance his plans of revenge against the Chomsky family.

Alas, at the most critical juncture, Alisha had committed a fatal flaw by not uncovering Tristan’s plans to cause a car accident.

If Xavier hadn’t driven Rhiannon’s car away, would Rhiannon still be alive today? While there were no fatalities in the accident, there were still countless injuries!

The accident was by no means Finnegan’s fault, yet he felt obliged to shoulder part of the blame, as Tristan’s actions clearly carried malice toward him.

He felt responsible for dragging other people into his mess.

Alisha finally caught on to the implications in his words and asked, “Are you blaming me for not keeping a closer eye on Tristan?”

Finnegan retracted his gaze from hers and uttered, “Talking about the past is useless. I’ll give you ten million now. Think of how to compensate the victims. At the end of the day, I’m at fault for dragging them into my mess!”

If only I didn’t give the Chomsky family fifteen days. If I had destroyed them in one fell swoop, there wouldn’t have been forty-eight innocent casualties today. Luckily there were no deaths!

Alisha said through gritted teeth, “I admit I was careless, Finnegan, but you are to blame too. If you had followed my initial suggestion to destroy the Chomsky family immediately, these injuries would never have happened. That’s why I’ll never leave!”

Finnegan frowned lightly but did not fly into a rage.

He had to admit that Alisha was right.

Sighing to himself, he walked to the window and gazed at the night scenery outside. He lamented. “Why does peace elude me?”

Finnegan had arranged for extra security for his family. It was impossible for Tristan to harm them unless he dispatched a massive number of men.

The same situation applied to Josephine and her family. Dozens of guards were secretly on standby around her house and would immediately detect any infiltrations from Tristan’s men. They would swiftly get rid of the intruders before Josephine’s family even realized anything was amiss.

Despite the security measures, doubt continued to niggle at Finnegan’s mind.

He was nonetheless confident that Tristan would not target Raymond’s or Adrian’s families.

Tristan definitely knew that Finnegan would hardly blink if harm were to befall his uncles’ families. In fact, Finnegan could very well be rejoicing at their misfortune.

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people, who else is important to me?

in Finnegan’s eyes as Bernice’s

most important person to him besides his

that she was always surrounded by

his phone

dial her number, a call came in

sank. He suppressed his uneasiness and answered the

Jennifer, what’s

anxious on the other end of the

as he replied, “Bernie’s not with me now. What’s going

all. Cindy contacted the

asked again, “Finnegan, is Bernie really not with

-Tristant

a hand

to sound as calm as possible as he reassured Jennifer, “I’m heading out to look for Bernie now, Ms. Jennifer. She’ll be fine. You and Mr. Patrick

hung up, Alisha asked, “What’s wrong?”

to face her and announced fiercely,

are you? Stay there!”

hour later, Finnegan pulled up to the Chomsky residence. He strode fearlessly toward the main entrance, which put

their warning and walked on, a dark expression on

out. “This is private property. If you insist on intruding, we

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He’s here to cause

Finnegan was about to enter the garden,

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whipped out a stun

punched the attacking

Crack!

and the man slumped into an unconscious heap

to react. They were sent flying by Finnegan’s kicks. Cries of anguish filled

spared them a glance and stepped

bodyguards surrounded

recognized Finnegan and instantly went on high alert. He shouted, “Get Boss here,

mansion, his laughter filling the air. “Finnegan, you’re finally here! But I only gave you an hour to arrive. You’re almost two hours late!” Narrowing his eyes, Tristan taunted, “That’s fine,

arrogance was stifling.